"For us to not notice that there is something strange… tch." Yi Bing clicked his tongue in displeasure as he leapt back when the mist tried to reach him.
"What's with the mist?" Huo Ling asked.
"I have a bad feeling." Yi Bing muttered and jumped on the roof of the car.
Huo Ling followed. "You can't control the mist?" he asked.
"This isn't made from water." Yi Bing told him.
"Then I won't burn it." Huo Ling said as he lowered his hand. "This could be…" he muttered and turned to look at Yi Bing who at the same time looked at him. Then, they teleported on top of the trees, only to be shocked when they saw something. "A mountain?!" he exclaimed when he saw it.
"So, the mist is made up of a spell." Yi Bing spoke. "It is to prevent outsiders from finding them." He explained.
Huo Ling turned to him. "Could there be… cultivators in the north that are hiding, so Xiao Ru's master told her to go north?" he asked.
